On the bus to an away game
Listening to my iPod on random
When a “Semi-Charmed Life” came on
As we passed the country club
With its parking lot full of Volvos
And heated paddle tennis courts
Covered with yoga panted middle aged older ladies
With nothing worse to do with
Their stay at home lives of convenience.
I turned to see
One my players
Who lives a life of humble means
Checking out the opulence
With a poker face hiding
Contempt for the extravagance or
Commitment to reach that social strata.
I couldn’t read his thoughts, but
He looked deep in thought.